Unforgettable

To New beginnings

BASHIR 

As I entered my room I banged the door shut behind me, I hate it when my mom and I argued cause I love and adore her. I took my time to calm down and think rationally, I switched the TV in my room just to find song cry playing, one of August ALSINA's new album.

I was impressed cause it was different from his usual songs, I suddenly started thinking of the girl earlier. I don't know why but I thought of her, she had a presence at that demanded attention. However I didn't want my mind on her, I picked up my phone up and logged into my i********: account. someone had liked affifas pictures, the girls' name was Fatima Mahmoud. I viewed her profile noticing she had around 85k followers, I scrolled down her page coming across her pictures.

"wait a minute!!! It's the girl I saw earlier, so Fatima is her name, amusing." I scrolled down, liked some of her pictures, and logged out. 

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Early in the morning, I drove afifa to school and back home, I heard mom and dad talking about something but I didn't know what it was about, hope they aren't conniving something. I went back to my room and laid back in bed thinking things through. I moved around for a bit trying to get comfortable, it took some time before I went back to sleep. 

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It was 11:50 am when I woke up, I took my bath and got dressed in a black three-quarter shorts, a red polo shirt, a Rolex watch, and a pair of black palms. I walked straight to the kitchen to get a bowl of corn flakes, picked the car key to my AMG and drove out, I called my friend Imran 

"nigga are you at home? I'm on my to your place." I rant 

"yh I'm at home, buy me yahuza on your way I'm craving meat. Oh and some yogurt too, wait no forget the yogurt mama bought some earlier today" Imran indecisive ass whined 

"you and this yahuza, I'll get it for you. But you owe one" 

"see you soon, and be careful bro" he hung the phone off before I replied, I shook my head at his antics.

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I drove to yahuza and ordered two servings, I was waiting when I patiently when I spotted a familiar figure, Fatima. she was standing with her friends and laughing brightly, I quickly turned away hoping she wouldn't notice me. I paid for the food rushing to leave, I almost made it out when I heard a voice call my name, I curse in 10 different languages.

"Bashir is that you?" Her soft voice drifts into my ears 

I turned slowly to find her smiling at me brightly. her eyes were just wow, and that smile! I couldn't take my eyes off her face. She dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and shirt, the yellow and black combination complimented and creamy skin.

"HI" I try to sound as friendly as possible 

"I was standing over there with my  friends when I noticed you, thought to come say hi," the blush in her cheeks told me she didn't do much of this 

"That's a good thing right?" f**k that was rude of me, it just slipped out somehow.

"don't tell me you want me to leave?" She asked flabbergasted 

"I wouldn't decline if you would," I replied with a smile a bit guilty 

"wow, you're still rude till the end, well I'll be going, bye." She turned around and walked away without looking back, so maybe I went a bit too far?

"BYE" I called out 

I quickly entered the car and left, I arrived at Imran's house not long after just to find him half-naked and lazy.

"WOW DUDE thanks a lot," he said ripping through the plastic bag 

"Whatever, what are you doing?" I looked around the room 

"surfing the net, as usual, there's this hot chick she's like an angel bro I'm so hooked, dude she's every guy type," a dreamy look on his face told me he's had her on his mind heavy 

He picked his phone up scrolling through it presenting me with a picture, not just any picture but Fatima's picture. I burst out laughing, ironic isn't it? She's just everywhere lately 

"Seriously this girl?" I find myself saying 

"do you know her? " he sits up staring at me with so much hope In his eyes 

" Of course, I ran into her a few hours back and we said hello, well she did. She's also a family friend of mine, our mothers go way back" I mumble popping a piece of barbecued meat into my mouth 

"Please I beg of you, get me her number. I really need to have it I beg you" she claps his hands together with pleading eyes 

"Nah we barely talk and you want what?no way. Besides I was mad rude to her earlier" I recollect our encounter earlier 

"Bashir please, I'll do anything you won't just get me her number please" he stared and me pleading, what the hell as if I can say no to him.

"I get it for you, I'll try my best and see if I can. No promises though" 

He grained widely "thanks a lot  I owe you"  he replied smiling mischievously 

"Yeah you owe me a lot, just prepare yourself for the day you have to pay all that back" I roll my eyes resting my head against the couch 

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I didn't know how to start asking her about her number, so I went to mama.

" I kinda need a favor mama" I conjured the best smile I could 

"Okay, what do you want??" She drops the clothes she's folding granting me all her attention 

" Can I get Fatima's number?" I asked nonchalantly 

"which Fatima are you talking about??" Her confused face told me she wasn't sure what I was talking about 

"Aunty Zainab's daughter," I explain further, surprise was evident on her face. she stared at me in disbelief.

"Fetch my cell phone for me, it's charging over there" she pointed at the left side of her bedroom 

I handed the phone to her and she quickly gave me the number. I sent it to Imran and he thanked me, that guy so owes me. 

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Later on, dad came home, he was sitting with mom in the living room when they both Called me. 

"Bashir I and your mom had a discussion earlier and we have decided it's time for you to get married," he started 

" Dad I don't have anyone in mind." I conjure up to best excuse I can 

"Well we do, and it's time you respect our decision like we've been doing for the past four years." I felt my heart beat again my chest 

"Are you telling me to marry a girl of your choice? I don't want to marry someone I don't love." I choked up feeling my throat clog with emotion 

"When will you find the girl you love Bashir? It's been four years for god's sake and you're not getting any younger, I want to see my grandkids" she said sobbing, it broke my heart seeing her In tears

"OK mama I'll follow your wish, who's the girl??" I manage to ask 

"It's Fatima" my mom added smiling.

"which Fatima are you talking about?" I asked feeling like I've asked the same question before, Deja-vu 

"Aunty Zainab's daughter."

"Mom anyone but her, we don't get along well." I implored 

"you better start, we've already talked to her parents and she agreed happily so you better start preparing yourself " baba answered shortly 

I went to my room confused, I was on the verge of breaking down. I didn't want to get married and especially not with that girl, I felt frustrated and angry so I stormed out to get some air